The Whateley Journal
From LSWiki
Revision as of 20:12, 4 December 2009
Translated, and transcribed, by Dyne.
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Of all the year's transformations the autumn transit of the house of SCORPIO is perhaps the most challenging, for it is during this period that humans must confront the reality of death and decay. As the sun withdraws, the natural world withers and dies, and we enter a gloomy realm attended by superstition, fear, and doleful emotions. These are the dark times...that try our souls.
It's easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.
No mentos? I DEMAND TO BE MINTY! You deny me freshmaker!?
Look out, you're gonna craaash.
A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Hastur? What's a hastur? Everyone's always saying hastur this and hastur that, what is a hastur anywa ... Urrrrrrk!
Oh great Machine God, we beseech thee to summon forth the holy en-Djinn.
Did the ten thousand years before thy birth trouble thee?? Well, no more will the ten thousand after thy death.
It's not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change.
He was a cloud of flies with a face in the middle. I can't explain it, but that's what entered the room that night.
It was the first time he had ever seen her look at him as if he was other than a disgusting little cockroach. There was still a large element of cockroach in her glance, but it said: good little cockroach, you have learned a trick.
As Zeus loved women in the form of golden sparks, we know humans in a shower of phosphor-dots. As objects of mankind's desire, both spiritual and carnal, countless solitary climaxes are reached each night, their feverish devotions, eyes clenched tight, a catechism of gasps.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Confidence: a feeling peculiar to the stage just before full comprehension of the problem.
Don't die, little raccoon.
It is one of the great superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity would be a virtue.
Nor is it to be thought that men and their ilk are either the oldest or the last of this world's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be.
There's a word... I'm looking for it... it's big!
Just do it; it's easier to get forgiveness than permission.
There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity's mind and were willing to reveal it.
Never comment your code -- if it was hard to write, it should be hard to understand.
No, I'm Canadian, actually. It's like an American without a gun.
The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
I have a high art; I hurt with cruelty those who would harm me.
No matter what you do to guard against it, you WILL get wet.
I used to hope for the apocalypse. Now there is no hope at all.
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.
I think you'll find everybody loves a loser -- so you'll be fine, you won't be lonely long.
Louise was feeling good until you gave her that poison.
Secondly, don't let anyone, ever, make you feel like you don't deserve what you want.
